"Irene Radford - Merlins Descendents 03 - Guardian of the Vision" - читать интересную книгу автора (Radford Irene)

warriors and leaders.
 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html




тАЬWe shared everything but your secret desire to be a priest, Griffin.тАЭ Donovan spat bitterly. тАЬEverything
but your magical talent. How are you going to explain that to your new masters in the church? Witchcraft
is considered heresy, you know. How are you going to humble yourself to be the lowliest servant when
you have been raised to be the master?тАЭ

тАЬIs not the master more a servant to his people and the land than those who tend him?тАЭ ThatтАЩs the way it
should be. But few barons of my acquaintance recognized the ancient responsibilities.

тАЬAnd who is to replace you here with your questioning mind and your single-minded dedication to find
answers no matter where the quest leads you?тАЭ Raven stood in the doorway, black hair hanging loose
down her back, swept away from her face with silver combs that matched the silver streak running from
her right temple the full length of the thick mane. She held her staffтАФtaller than herself by a head and a
halfтАФwith the black crystal atop it in a white-knuckled fist.

Her mouth and nostrils looked pinched and strained. A bit of blue showed through her paler than normal
skin. Her suddenly diminished posture and careworn faceтАФa face I had always considered
agelessтАФfrightened me. Helwriaeth leaped up to greet my grandmother and Newynog, the wolfhound at
her heels, dam to my own dog. The fact that Helwriaeth had come to me rather than Raven meant that
Raven would not live to see Newynog whelp another litter. I almost faltered in my resolve. Raven had not
long to live. How long? Only she and God knew the answer to that.

Perhaps the dogs knew as well. Was I prepared to abandon herтАФmore mother to us than grandmother.
Mentor, tutor, refuge. She was all of that and more. And then something sharp flashed across my mind,
and I knew I could not allow this woman or my twin to have their way. I must follow my own path. тАЬMy
twin has the same training as I, both as our fatherтАЩs heir to the barony and heir to you as the Pendragon
of Britain, the Guardian of a proud heritage andтАжтАЭ тАЬThe Guardian of peace and harmony in Britain,тАЭ she
finished for me. And then she added, тАЬBut the Pendragon is more. The Pendragon is responsible for
maintaining a balance and harmony with the forces of nature. Only when that balance and harmony are
controlled, then will the mundane duties of the Pendragon fall into place. We lost so much during the wars
between the white rose of York and the red rose of Lancaster, and through the religious wars of Henry
VIII. You must not jeopardize all that I have done to restore peace to Britain.тАЭ She pounded her staff
into the stone floor for emphasis. With each lifting her tool seemed heavier.

Her right fist clenched, and she brought it to her chest. I knew how much pain I gave her. My magic as
well as eighteen years under her tutelage showed me every nuance of her mood. And yet I must follow
my own path, not hers.

тАЬDonovan shared every aspect of my training. Even when you tried, you could not keep certain aspects
of it secret from him. We are one soul in two bodies,тАЭ I protested. Instinctively, my spine stiffened and
my jaw firmed. I knew better than to try to argue with Raven without conviction. тАЬYour twin has not the
ability to control nature, to seek out the harmonies, to work magic,тАЭ Raven said sadly. тАЬIf you leave now,
you rip his soul apart as well as your own.тАЭ

Donovan stopped pacing. I felt his anger rising in him like a storm-driven tide. тАЬI am sorry to disappoint